I tell you when I burn my oven mitts. I tell you when I screw up recipes. Today I’m gonna be honest: my belly hurts. It usually gets like this when there’s a major food switch-up. Could be the lack of gallbladder (though I doubt it, since I haven’t majorly increased or decreased fat), could be what I’ve always suspected is IBS but don’t care to get diagnosed because they can’t do anything about it anyway. This is an N=1 experiment though, and this 1 is not feeling well. This means positively nothing for the rest of the planet, just me. I’m working on doing some minor switcheroos tomorrow to just include tried and true foods to stop my bellyachin’.
I haven’t really eaten any dinner so I have nothing fancy to report. For lunch I made a vegetarian version of a new standby in our house: fathead pizza. Guess which half of the pizza is mine and which was my husband’s?